These messages started popping in the Mission this past winter.
It was startling in its needy, unapologetic despair. I wish you missed me. Oooof. I think we can all imagine how that entire relationship went down, with the help of one small spray paint job.
And then they started proliferating. People started responding in kind. Under the orange lettering, someone wrote, “I DO!” I appreciated the saccharine, fix-it attitude of the response.
As part of an amusing neighborhood conversation, it started to feel slightly less cloying.
And then someone else went and crossed out the key part of the sentence.
It’s been like this for over a month now, and every day, my left brain has an apoplexy at the incomplete sentence. I WISH YOU WHAT??
